Dora Hawkins:
It's right over here.
[Walking through dark cave. Linus carrying moonshine jug, lit torch, looking around. Dora sidles up to him]
Dora Hawkins:
You know any sweet talking gals in Pittsburgh?
Linus Rawlings:
No. No. Nary a one... yet.
Dora Hawkins:
Papa and I are hoping to vacation there.
Linus Rawlings:
I'll be at the Duquesne House if it ain't burnt down.
[Wraps his jug carrying arm around her shoulders. Pulls her face to face tight]
Linus Rawlings:
Hey there, now, you... you pretty girl you sure you got a varment in here?
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